someday i shall
find the
best and fitting
metaphor for you
and your
grief someday this
metaphor will
lighten what burden
you have
i am sifting through
this
that which explains and
makes all these
ugly versions
beautiful
what mess is there
this metaphor must put
back everything in place
in full
Technicolor
in its HD version
when it comes perhaps
all the sad things could
be easily set aside
well kept inside a cabinet
and silenced
could be
a basket laced with flowers
could be
a rainbow in the sky
and a cliff with running
singing falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem